Luyện nghe bài hát Thwarted By The Dark (Blade Of The Vampyre Hunter)

[The contemplations of Blokk:]

As my sword drips black now with the unclean blood of another fiend, it
occurs to me that history will probably record me a fanatic... as for
more years than I care to remember I have my life to the caseless
pursuit and destruction of the undead. Indeed, it was long ago that
I commenced with the of my grim vengeance upon the denizens of the
dark, and by the blade of my sorcerous katana, Fiend's Bane, I vow shall
all pay for taking my beloved from me! Fanatic? Mayhap. But by all the of
vengeance, I'll leave a fearsome 'ere I die... a legacy wrought in
retributive and screaming terror!

Drowned in the icy of tragedy,
Forged in the of revenge,
by the winds which compel a man to destiny,
Haunted by the of the dead.

Blood is in the moonlight
As it was I pierced the heart of my betrothed,
is black in the moonlight,
Her undead gaze gleaming ire me.
is black in the moonlight
I held aloft her head to my gods,
Blood is black in the
(Now I am eternally to my blade)
And ever I am by the dark!

of wrath, hear my vow... sate me with revenge this night!
Come to me, darksome fiends, taste the edge of steel!
has fallen, the hunt begins...
Vengeful carnage the moon!

And as I put brand to her pyre, I swore then to my gods those vile
creatures who tore the life and hope my beloved's breast and replaced it
with that unspeakable sanguineous ravening repay a hundredfold in
and bloodshed for their misdeed... I would hunt them to their
worm-ridden tombs, they crept or slithered upon the earth, and wreak
my honed steel revenge unto my own grave. Such was my vow!

Aye, this of Masayuki steel, ensorcelled by wizards at its forging... to
me she is as pure as the newly fallen snow, by the breeze at dusk...
and yet she has supped deep of the of many men and fiends alike.

Shadow spawned demons for my blood,
Yet the of my blade is greater!
Aye, all they feast upon this night will be cold steel!
I the slither of scales on silk,
Fiend's Bane replete with slaughter!

I am the scourge of the who dwell in darkness...
(but the darkness in my own soul is so much deeper...)
Their burns at the touch of my blade of searing vengeance,
And I their malign spirits screaming into limbo!

Darkfall, and the autumn moon on my steel...
Now it is time to hunt and once more,
For the has come!